Ron was born on a snowy night.
It was March, long overdue for spring, and yet that night there was the heaviest snowstorm Britain had seen in more than a decade.
His mother thought it was a good sign. Maybe they were finally going to have a baby girl.
However, Ron was a boy, a strange boy. He cried less than other children, laughed less than other children. He didn‘t like to play with his peers but prefers the company and conversation of creatures such as snakes and spiders. He seems calm about everything. He wasn’t like a normal child at all.
In the same way, he showed a great talent for magic from an early age. He could turn a teacup into a singing mushroom with a single look. Neighbors said that if he practiced hard, he would become a powerful wizard in the future. He said nothing about it, as if he knew it was inevitable.
Sometimes, Ron made his family felt scared.
It wasn't until he was three that something bad happened.
For mischief, His brothers had torn out the seven legs of Ron’s spider friend. Before their mother knew it, she heard the screams of the twins in the living room.
She hurried over to see one of his brother's ears bleeding, cut open. And the other was pinning against the wall by a invisible force.
Ron stood across from the twins, his blue eyes fixed darkly on them, a knife poised in the air in front of his brothers, falling to the ground the moment he saw his mother.
The next day, the headmaster of Hogwarts came. He told the family a secret.
"The day the Potter boy's prophecy was out, there was another one..." said the headmaster, “Fate has dire plans for your child.”
"I convinced the Ministry not to kill him or send him away, but there is a price to pay." he told Ron’s parents.
That night, the headmaster went into Ron's bedroom, after a small talk, with one spell, the boy fell into a deep sleep.
"He won't remember any of this, and neither will his brothers," said the headmaster, "a part of his magic will also go to dormant."
"I'm afraid that's the best way," the headmaster looked at the boy sadly before leaving, "and what's best for him."
Waking up, Ron seemed no different at first, but gradually, he became more and more talkative. He’s willing to laugh and cry, He liked to play with his peers and was afraid of snakes and worms, spider in particular, awhile went by, his parents were amazed to find that he had become a normal child, a normal, ordinary, cheerful child of a normal wizard family with many lovely merits and little flaws.
You all know the rest of the story. Ron went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Entered the same house as his brothers. He befriended the famous Boy Who Lived and the brightest witch at her age. He was brave, loyal, witty, and at times a little clueless. He grew up in a loving environment and passed the same love, light and heat on and on to those around him.
When the headmaster died, he left him his deluminator, in the hope that he would find his way back even in the darkest hour.
Ron didn’t understand what it meant, why was Dumbledore left such a important object to him.
"I have seen your heart and it is mine." After he destroyed the locket, he thought he started to understand the headmaster's meaning a little, but he still did not understand why the Horcrux would said something like that to him.
This thing affects me more than Harry and Hermione. Was it because it sees there was something dark in me? Sometimes he thought, but he soon dismissed it. The thoughts like that frightened him.
When the dark lord laughed and said that the Boy Who Lived was dead, an unbearable pain and anger struck Ron.
"He beat you!" He screamed, and a force he could not explain surged up, Voldemort's silent spell broke.
He didn‘t know how he did it.
He'll never know.
And neither will the world.
The more love you have, the more you love, the more vulnerable you will be.